moments p*ss me by, i wonder why, do the things i’ve done define my life, still on the outside looking in on a world that was never for me, still lost in a search for answers, still lost in translation, still lost in myself, still questioning my mental health, walking to break an endless cycle, or catching up in a losing race, losing on both sides of the coin is not the choice, i’m willing to make, what does it take to break the mould, all i know i’d be going nowhere if i knew the way, our mistakes pave the road into these uncertain days, i’m walking on a razor’s edge barely above the roaches, and i’m clinging to a dead weight, falling through the cracks again, time for me to let go before i’m through.